Charlie had only been in his younger brothers' shop two or three times, usually in passing. He'd come in the other day and spent most of the time in the back room goofing around with his siblings, but when he arrived today he spent a few minutes looking around before he'd be ready to announce his presence.
Well, that had been the plan anyhow, but half an hour later he was still wondering when the younger Weasley twins had become so bloody brilliant. The things on the shelves were half amazing, half ridiculous, but on the level completely brilliant. He swelled a bit with pride at them, which he proclaimed when he stopped at the desk. "You two are bloody amazing, you know?"